It's an open secret that Phantom and her busty bestie Natasha Zhukov are something less and something more than human; their features make them alien at worst and superhuman at best. The infamous lodge of dilettantes, the Acolytes of Artemis, just so happens to have a particular hatred for such transhumans. What-ever could go wrong when the two try an infiltration? 

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This piece features some breathplay and heavy-duty encasement.

It was writing this piece that stirred me to write the "Derivative" journal entry. I'm fairly proud of this piece, but in the end it's derivative with many of the ideas and situations coming from other media. So, let's be honest - this piece is derivative and pornographic. It is what it is, and I don't claim that it's literature (or even the quality of writing you might find in some of my other pieces.) Obvious influences for the second half are encased 3 of 3 and himiko-3 and Cks 16

However, it was fun to write and think about. If Phantom is U-69, then Natasha is Sweet Gwen. This piece fits the tropes and situation quite well. 


Part of a brief, 3-part series about the Acolytes of Artemis. 
The Acolytes of ArtemisHuntress Bernice was always a stickler for tradition. She would claim, quite loudly, that the Acolytes of Artemis were of profound and genteel heritage. The ebony-skinned socialite waxed poetic about the traditions of the lodge and how observance of ritual only further exalted their mission. The other members of the lodge generally ignored Bernice. The prey didn’t have that option.
“The inspection commences.” Bernice tugged Natasha by a short leash attached to her thick collar. Natasha turned her head away and her eyes narrowed. Bernice tugged harder, choking the prey slightly, but she only managed to extort a grunt from the target. With her right hand tugging on the leash, Bernice slid her left across Natasha’s spandex-enclosed bust. That action coerced the acutely endowed captive to groan. The huntress kneaded deep into her breasts, cradling them, gripping them, massaging them; supporting and teasing them all at once through careful use of her thumb.
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Mature Content

Vignette 5 - Acolyte's End    Bernice longed to roll down the windows. It didn’t matter if you were a hedonistic huntress or pathetic prey, everyone loved fresh air. There was a slim (and growing shorter) window of time between the heat of summer and the chill of winter that she sincerely loved. There were a few days or a few weeks sometime in the midst of Autumn when the temperature indoors was perfectly attuned to the temperature outside. She loved to turn off all the climate controls and let the air into the home. The cloying, false scents of fragrances and fresheners and detergent seemed to flow away. She loved walking into her home and smelling the fresh, earthy tones of a cool October day.
    She grinned and shifted. The car’s leather interior squeaked slightly against her catsuit. Bernice unbuckled a few of the belts and dropped some of the pouches. She wasn’t hunting any longer. The Acolyte of Artemis was already relaxing; luxuriating in the bac